Married?
All the gods--my guests, my parents, my friends--grin at me.
Nobody discussed this with us. I feel like I'm in a Nicholas Sparks book and movie where after sacrificing for other people's romance, we finally get our own HEA.
An Underworld-themed wedding sounds just about perfect for us ... unless Daji has any serious objections.
Dad and Mom look at me with expressions that I know too well.
Namely: It's time you made things official. When we were your age, we were married.
There's also a hint of: You already are having a baby, why not get married?
Daji clutches my arm. "Well ... we are dressed for it."
"Let's do it," I shout.
Zeus and the Three Judges as well as Wukong, the spiritual master, and Fuxi perform the ceremony. It's a repeat of the one we just did, but a scaled-down version.
Wukong and Fuxi mix in Chinese blessings as well. "Chì shéng xì zú. Bound together by the red string of fate," Wukong proclaims.
